Friday, January 26, 2007

and heard a morning chorus of "plunk plunk plunk" echo around the shimmering hills. The heavy gray banished, for a day, by sunlit snowmelt. Never mind tomorrow the temperature will again plummet and snow flurries are expected. Today rivulets of clear water washed the world behind its pink ears. My tires touched dirt in the treads worn into ice I've skidded over for weeks. The winter's savage beauty finally exhausts. It's not finished with us but today, a small reprieve. In the unbearable blue of the sky a promise: eventually spring will come.